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A warm September afternoon.
I have just seen a butterfly flit by, ever so slowly.
But it looked natural, casual, nonchalant, cool.
It just made me annoyed.
Why can’t I do that ? It’s like… only half of me works. If I were indeed a butterfly, the right wing would do nothing ! One of the problems being a lefty : one side is neglected. All my farts veer to the left.
I have just heard a faint noise, coming from outside, no doubt a lefty butterfly who’d just let one go. I wonder what these creatures eat, have never seen one eating. Some say they live a day. Not a lot of point being alive at all ! I eat to live. I’ve never eaten a butterfly. Well, one doesn’t, does one.
In a few hours, that farted out butterfly will have snuffed it. There will be no funeral. No other butterfly is going to give a damn and none will ever remember it ever existed.
So I, this lefty farter, who has never eaten a butterfly – am I any different ?
If there is to be a funeral, something out of my hands, will I be talked about ? Or will the conversation during the post-funeral luncheon turn to lighter things.
I think my farts will be remembered.
Very comforting !

I hear so much a daily whine
Who on earth is on cloud nine?
The old sage gave a nod and winked
‘Mankind is due to be extinct
This is the overriding fear
The next war is to be nuclear
A world in which structures melt
People hit below the belt
The future won’t be rosy or sweet
Not when Death rides in the front seat
Can we say the truth is now latent?
Even more so, isn’t it blatant?
Whilst the silly blab and chatter
The wise ones reach for the shelter’